Peter Temple's The Broken Shore (2005) Random House, 2008 Sometime in early May I picked up a copy of Peter Temple's Truth at the library; it was on my hold shelf with a few other books. <cough> (It doesn't really matter for the purposes of this story that you know
Andrea Levy's The Long Song (Hamish Hamilton, 2010) And now Persephone Week is finished and I'm back to being Buried in Print on Mondays and Thursdays. As much fun as my Persephone reading as been, as encouraged as I have been by being immersed In Wartime reading, I have been
Kathryn Stockett's The Help Penguin, 2009 I don't listen to a lot of audiobooks; it's not that I have a philosophical stance against them, I'm just old-fashioned, so the first inclination is to pick up the book. But what I do quite enjoy is having both options, so that if
Monique Roffey's The White Woman on the Green Bicycle (Simon & Schuster, 2009) I was pleased to see that more than half of the Orange Prize shortlisted titles -- including this novel -- were still unread in my stacks. Reading the longlist was a crazy undertaking (see more talk of
Attica Locke's Black Water Rising Harper Collins, 2009 So if I was relieved to see how relatively short Laila Lalami's The Secret Son was, when I picked it up from the library, as part of my insane Read-the-Orange-Prize-Longlist plan, you can imagine how disheartened I was to see how relatively
